This blog is an exploration of life purpose -- why we are here; what matters. It examines the spiritual tasks and truths that help us navigate, to do what we came here to do. Despite our amnesia. Despite pain and fear and loss. In the garden of shadow and light we cling to the day and lose it. This blog is about seeing through the dark.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Number Forty Five

The perfect day ends with a thought: will I have this tomorrow? And the thought tears what the day was made of. The fabric of the perfect day is made from the sounds of the outer and inner life -- like two notes of a chord. And the chord exists not one moment before or one moment after. When the mind enters before and after, it no longer hears the chord.